The Long and Winding Road

In case you've ever wondered what cycling 100+ miles feels like. It's not pleasant. I met a few people who cycle long distances, people like Duncan at Bike Stop, Simon Robinson of Thirsk who kindly donated spare inner tubes and Ian Potter from Darlington who all said "you'll get hooked, it's weird, it's addictive".

You're all liars.

As I type this up, I'm sat in a make shift ice bath (actually just cold water) and I don't ever imagine wanting to get out and sit myself on that pointy little bit of plastic, some sadist decided could make a suitable seat!!

Anyone who knows me, is aware of my short attention span. 11 hours on a bike is boring. At one point I tried to watch tv on my phone. A couple of problems, firstly, I was riding a bike, secondly, I own a Nokia Lumia windows phone. The iplayer app was would make a saint lose his temper.

I played guess the colour of the next car to overtake (black was mostly a winner) and also, poo, blood or sweat. A fun game for all the family for every time I felt a trickle run down my leg. Largely, fingers crossed, clear fluids so far.

I'm in delightful Tuxford.

That's all that can be said about that.

I saw a film, I think with Kevin Spacey, about a hotel room that wouldn't let you leave. I'm a bit nervous that it was filmed here.

Lovely to see more donations rolling in. Can't tell you how much it gives my legs an extra bit of kick when the email pops up "Someone’s made a donation on your page" fantastic!!! Thank you, I honestly appreciate every pound.

Right, I'm off to dry off and sudocreme up. "Not too much" I was advised by Stephen McGee this morning, who clearly knows too much about that. I thought old Nanna Nip would favour the talcum powder anyway.